Understanding My Love Life

The best book I’ve read on love is Attached: The New Science of Adult Attachment and How It Can Help You Find and Keep Love. It answered all of my big questions and made sense of my life. For the first time, I understood why the most heartbreaking of my relationships didn’t work — I was trying with my anxious attachment style to connect with women who were emotionally avoidant.

Most people on the dating market are avoidant. Even though avoidants only make up 25% of the population, they tend to end relationships more quickly, move on more quickly, have more affairs, get divorced more quickly, etc. People with a secure attachment style usually aren’t on the market long. They quickly form long-term attachments. Also, avoidants never date other avoidants and secures won’t put up with the games that avoidants play. That leaves avoidants dating anxious people like me.

Avoidants and the anxious tend to date each other because the other type confirms their deepest beliefs about love. For an anxious person like me, when I date an avoidant, I confirm my deepest belief that nobody will ever love me back as much as I love them. For the avoidant, dating someone likes me confirms their deepest belief that other people are weak and clingy while they, the avoidant, needs independent and freedom.

“Each reaffirms the others’ beliefs about themselves and about relationships. The avoidants’ defensive self-perception that they are strong and independent is confirmed, as is the belief that others want to pull them into more closeness than they are comfortable with. The anxious types find that their perception of wanting more intimacy than their partner can provide is confirmed, as is their anticipation of ultimately being let down by significant others. So, in a way, each style is drawn to reenact a familiar script over and over again.” (Pg. 91)

Also, when the anxious dates the avoidant, his attachment system gets activated. He feels crazy. After enough intense experiences like this, the anxious tends to equate an activated attachment system with love. So when a secure person comes into your life, you’re not activated and you’re not feeling crazy and hence you don’t feel like you can possibly be in love and you discount secures.

Here are some definitions:

* Secure people are comfortable with intimacy, anxious people are anxious about it, and avoidants minimize it.

* “Activating strategies are any thoughts or feelings that compel you to get close, physically or emotionally, to your partner. Once he or she responds to you in a way that reestablishes security, you can revert back to your calm, normal self.”

* You live in the danger zone when you feel a constant threat to your relationship. You may become used to living with a chronically activated attachment system.

* De-activating strategies are things you do to decrease closeness with your partner such as put-downs, deliberately walking out of step, breaking plans, etc.

I want to talk about the love of my life. Of all my relationships, this one was the best. It was heart-breaking and frustrating much of the time, but we also clicked on many different levels.

What were the warning signs she was avoidant?

* At age 40, she had never married, but had many relationships.

* She had a history of cheating on her partners.

* On our first date, she asked me if I thought that people who had sex could be friends. Why would she be talking about friends with benefits on our first date?

* When she was in pain one Saturday night, I offered to come over but only if I could stay the night. She said no because she prized her space and independence. Needing your space is a big sign of an avoidant.

* After our first week together, she went radio silence for a week. Eventually, I found out she was back with her girlfriend.

* I usually had to call her twice as much as she called me. I had to keep seeking her out and seeking ways for us to get together.

* She would track our calls and emails and texts to make sure she never extended herself more than I did.

* She had contempt for me. I’ve never before had a girlfriend who had such contempt for me. Sure, I’ve had girlfriends who probably had contempt for parts of my life, but this one was withering and for things nobody had ever expressed contempt towards me for such as seeing a physical therapist for my plantar fascitis. She said I was a wimp.

* When I asked her something she didn’t want to deal with, she would just ignore me. She wouldn’t even acknowledge my question.

* She kept talking about moving away.

* I often felt like a jerk around her and I was rarely able to understand why. She just kept me off balance and implied or stated that I was at fault.

* The closer I got to her, the more I became the enemy.

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The Crisis In Washington

A friend in Australia asked me about the financial and political crisis in Washington. I replied:

I’m not sure it is a crisis in Washington. I think that’s media hype. We’ve had 17 government shutdowns (actually, 82% of federal employees remained on the job during the past three weeks) over the past 40 years. It’s just like labor negotiations that come down to the last day, or even have a few days of strike.

Politics is more partisan than it has ever been in the US and the country is pretty evenly divided. For investors, the US remains the safest place in the world to put your money.

Since the 2010 elections, the Tea Party has put a stop to the rise in federal spending. It’s been even the past three years, and with an adjustment for inflation, it has been dramatically reduced.

Obamacare’s health exchanges have been a technical disaster but I have no idea what will happen as a result. I should qualify for some sort of healthcare next year, which will be nice, as I have not had health insurance for the past 18 months. If I ever need care, which I haven’t, I can go to some free clinics around town or to the crappy county hospitals in downtown LA.

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When Gossip Packs A Punch

A few months ago, Friend A told me about Friend B, “Her father is a conman.” And suddenly everything fell into place. All sorts of things that didn’t make sense suddenly made sense. The remark took all these jagged edges in my head about Friend B and her family and made them smooth. Gossip is most powerful when it renders explicable with utmost simplicity what has been previously inexplicable.

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New York Turns Left Into Chaos

Chaim says: “New York City is about to elect an old fashioned John Lindsay style liberal as its mayor, as though it has forgotten all of the hard lessons of the last fifty years. Incredible. I’m starting to see things change here already — some dude (I am trying not to profile, so I won’t mention anyone’s ethnicity) urinating on trees in public on the UWS in the evening rush hour, motorcycle gang attacks, a mental patient stabbing random people, including a kid, with scissors, also on the UWS, etc.)”

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How come there are so many hotties in Chabad?

Even the most religious Lubavitch women frequently wear tight stylish colorful outfits in the latest fashion, luxurious sheitels, high ****-me pumps and the whole megillah. Why Lord do You tempt me so sorely like this when I only want to be Your humble servant denying needless pleasure and living for the True World, not the World of Foolishness?

I’m ready to turn my back on all things Litvish and go whole hog, all black, wear a kaputta and put on two pairs of tefillin every day and say rebbe, rebbe, rebbe if I can just have a hot 19 yo dark-haired doe-eyed Chabad bride who’s never known a man. As God is my witness. I’m tired of the world of shtus.

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I’m Tired Of Trying To Pass As A White Man

I’m ready to embrace my inner brotha. Bein black and representin sounds awesome. Crackin open a 40 right now, Old English is just how I roll, I’m trading in my ales for malts, nice and thick like my hos. Goin south of the borda. After I watch some tv and roll a fat blunt. Can’t wait for basketball season. I don’t know why I ever tried to be white. Gotta get me some chronic.

Look at that little white schoolboy with his books! Gonna smash his face in for what his ancestors did to my people! No justice, no peace!

Goin’ to the club tonight and gonna tie one on for Trayvon!

Hard work and discipline is for fools. I’m going au natural. I’m tired of striving for the Man. So what if my sobriety hangs by a thread? I’m livin large now. Everything I’ve created, I’m gonna burn it down.

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Orthodox Jewish Cheerleaders

Marc B. Shapiro writes: When I was in high school in the early 1980s, in the New Jersey-New York yeshiva league only the girls of Bruriah wore sweat pants during basketball games (and the boys were not allowed to attend home games). At the other high schools the girls wore shorts. Today, the league requires all girls to wear sweat pants (i.e., not even long shorts). For a wonderful discussion of the yeshiva basketball league, see Jeffrey S. Gurock, Judaism’s Encounter with American Sports (Bloomington, 2005), ch. 7. Gurock discusses how for six years in the early 1950s, Yeshiva Chaim Berlin was part of the basketball league together with the Modern Orthodox co-ed high schools, something that could never happen today. During this time co-ed schools had cheerleaders, and this was a major factor in forcing Chaim Berlin to leave the league. (Mesivta Tifereth Jerusalem was also in the league for two years.) When I mention cheerleaders, don’t think of current NFL cheerleader outfits. Here, for example, is how the Brooklyn Central girls looked (from Gurock, p. 143).

Yet Gurock, ibid., points out that “as the 1950s progressed, the Brooklyn Central cheerleaders’ skirts also got shorter and shorter.” (Speaking of short skirts, anyone who has looked at Modern Orthodox yeshiva high school yearbooks from the early 1970s will see that the mini-skirt craze was also tolerated at these institutions.)

Jon Baker (Ramaz ’83): “R Shapiro: sounds like we were in HS about the same time. Miniskirts made a comeback in 1980; by the next year the Ramaz dress code included “skirts must be to the knee.” But the cheerleaders kept their uniforms: miniskirts with heavy opaque tights underneath.”

A friend says to Luke: “When I was going to an Seventh-Day Adventist middle school, some girls tried to do cheerleading but it was hard to do without dancing. And they all backed out. Good times. It was going to be a cheerless squad of long skirts and just yelling out encouragement words while standing up straight without moving. It just did not work out.”

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Is Sex Addiction Real?

I’ve got an essay in the New York Observer.

Chaim Amalek says: Has any male Jewish role model attained fame for reasons that included celibacy? No. Does the Torah (the real one) command that a Jewish man be celibate? No. Is there such a thing as a nun or celibate priest in Judaism? No. Is there such a thing as vegetarianism in Torah? No. Does Torah acknowledge “sex addiction”? No.

Each of these things is a product of gentile cultures. It is for these reasons (and others) that Luke’s status as a Jew remains something less than 100% “Glatt Kosher” (i.e., so authentic that none think to challenge it) in Jewish circles.

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The Lentil Loaf

I had this shiksa GF Holly. She didn’t understand what I ate. She wanted to make dinner for me. I suggested she ask my mother for a recipe and provided my mom’s email address. My mom emailed Holly back a lentil loaf recipe. Holly drove all over town to get the ingredients. I normally eat at 5pm. I got to Holly’s place at 6pm and became rapidly sulky that dinner wasn’t ready yet. Holly rushed it out at 6:30 p.m. The lentil loaf didn’t work. It was too dry. Still, it was better than what I had at home, so in the morning when I found out the loaf was gone, fed to the dog, I was disappointed. I made a tiny little comment on my blog that day about the loaf not working out and Holly broke up with me forever (she had many other reasons for doing this, my blog post was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back). So the mere mention of a lentil loaf is traumatic for me and I need you to be sensitive.

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What’s happened to my beloved NFL?

A couple of weeks ago, the NFL had everybody (players, coaches, referees) wearing pink for breast cancer awareness. They even had pink penalty flags. White people are crazed for awareness. Why isn’t the NFL agitating for some manly man disease instead of a woman’s disease? Let The View raise awareness for breast cancer (and my mom died of it, and so I have no problem of raising money to cure it, just don’t put that in my football). It doesn’t belong in football. I hate the NFL’s “Together We Make Football” campaign. I hate this inclusiveness. I hate the pretense that football is a healthy sport and good for kids and other living creatures. It’s a vicious destructive sport, that’s why we love it.

I love the new book, League of Denial: The NFL, Concussions and the Battle for Truth. I spent seven hours reading it through on Friday. It’s an absorbing story.

I once replaced Jim Otto, the former Raider center, in the broadcast booth. My radio station, KAHI, got ticked with Otto, probably over advertising or something, so for the Placer County vs Nevada County law enforcement tackle football game (circa 1986), they replaced Jim Otto in the booth with me as the third announcer. Jim could only move with the greatest difficulty. Still, he wearily made his way up to the booth at Placer High School stadium expecting to take part in the broadcast and there were the three of us already going on without him, all of us ignoring him, and he slowly made his way back down the stairs.

When I was at the Auburn Journal in 1984, they approached Jim to advertise in the paper (he owned many fast food restaurants such as Burger Kings) and he said he’d only do it if they published an article about him. The paper refused.

In the Spring of 1982, I published an article in my high school newspaper, The Messenger, about preferential treatment given to football players. In retaliation, Jim Otto Jr, a linebacker and tight end, picked me up and threw me in a trash can. Ty Rowe, a giant tackle put his hands around my neck and started squeezing but my journalism advisor, Bob Burge, talked him down.

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